Her heart suddenly clenched until a noise from next door jolted her memory—she had forgotten something important...
Lucas licked his lips, his large hands gently kneading her palms.
His hawk-like eyes burned crimson, the dimples on his cheeks deepening as he leaned closer.
His magnetic voice whispered huskily by her ear, "Well?
Convinced now that I'm different from other men?"
Beauty's cheeks flushed crimson, her entire body tingling with an indescribable, electrifying sensation.
That night became an unspoken competition with the woman next door. Ultimately, Lucas emerged victorious—their neighbor had fallen completely silent, likely frightened into retreat.
Meanwhile, Beauty found herself utterly overwhelmed, her vision swimming as the bedside lamp swayed rhythmically.
Dazzling stars bloomed behind her eyelids, beautiful and intoxicating. It seemed men would turn into absolute beasts just for a taste of forbidden fruit.
